Lady Chatterley’s Lover

Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“What strange things—these books are
And to think—people back then
Actually spent time—so much time
Reading words—printed inky on
Dead skin of trees—talk about
Pulp fiction,” she said.

He nodded knowingly—stroking
Her blonde hair—reading a novel
Called Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Enjoying the way D.H. Lawrence
Wrote the way he wrote—
So full of unrequited love.

She was reading Orwell’s 1984—
A tight science-fiction dystopian
Nightmare about unrequited love
Of a different kind—the love that
Dared not speak its name—
Outlawed by Big Brother

The more he read Lady Chatterley—
The more his pants pitched a tent
Beneath her head—so that she
Felt him grow more & more
Excited by the quaint device
Known as a banned dirty book

(“The story is said to have originated from events in Lawrence's own unhappy domestic life, and he took inspiration for the settings of the book from Ikeston in Derbyshire where he lived for a while. According to some critics, the fling of Lady Ottoline Morrell with "Tiger", a young stonemason who came to carve plinths for her garden statues, also influenced the story.” Maev Kennedy, “The real Lady Chatterley: society hostess loved and parodied by Bloomsbury group,” The Guardian, 10 October, 2006.)

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